Otherness

A silent presence
huddled in the dark corner
starts a notional dialogue
with a trust default.

I intend to proceed to-
explore the dementia,
accepting the uncertinity
of human symbol.

Snatched by ascending
tomorrow, you are not yourself
today, I am not myself,
clinging to sleeveless death.

Fear hauls you up on the
brazen rocks, you stand
alone in sun to find your toes
breaking the sound waves.

Satish Verma